Dawn looked absently down at her bruised wrists. “Is it always going to be like this with us?”
They were sitting on the bed, she was freshly showered and still wearing only her towel. Spike was sitting behind her brushing her still damp, newly dyed black hair.
“Not all the time, but mostly, yeah,” he replied, not pausing in his strokes. “Why?”
“It’s just,” she struggled to find the right words, “not normal.”
“And you need to be normal?” Spike asked gently.
“No, no,” she said quickly. She felt like an idiot. Spike was offering her everything she could ever want, and she was squandering it.
“How well did normal work out for Buffy, Kitten?” He’d set the brush down and began weaving her hair into a tight braid.
“Huh?” Dawn frowned, what did Buffy have to do with anything?
“Your sister spent all that time tryin’ to be normal. How’d it work out for her? Pretending to be something she’s not.” He finished with the braid and tied her hair off with something before letting it dangle between her shoulder blades.
Dawn reflected on this. Ever since Buffy had become the slayer, she pretended to be normal, so much so that she lied to their mom, to Dawn, for years. And even when they’d known about her destiny, Buffy still seemed to get into trouble every time she tried to ignore her calling. In the end she’d pushed everyone away because she couldn’t have the one thing she wanted.
It made her think. With all the struggling to be normal, Buffy wasn’t and she would never be. And why exactly was that bad? Dawn was a stupid ball of energy, made human by some monks. Who was to say what was normal for her. She wasn’t normal to begin with. Even her memories were manufactured. She clung to them because it was what she had, but really, most of them were made up.
“I’m never going to be normal,” Dawn said wonderingly, realizing this for the first time.
“No, you’re not.” Spike dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “Normal is ordinary, and you are anything but.”
Spike wrapped his arms around her now, running his thumbs over the bruises on her wrists and whispering in her ear. “Loved seeing you bound and at my mercy, Kitten. Tell me you liked it.”
Dawn nodded, embarrassed. “Yes, I did like it,” she admitted, both to him and herself. Dawn hesitated a moment, and then asked the question she’d had on her mind since she’d woken up and seen the bruises. “Do we need a safe word?”
Spike laughed against her neck, making her shiver. “Where did you hear that?”
She flushed with embarrassment and mumbled, “You try being stuck in your room for over a week with nothing but an internet connection. There was only so much homework I could do.”
Spike lifted one of her arms up and kissed her wrist. “What do you think?”
“We should have one. A-all the websites say so…” Dawn replied nervously.
“But?” Spike prodded.
“You already make me feel safe,” she admitted, and then added quietly, “I don’t think I’d use it.”
Spike set her hand in her lap. “What’s the silliest word that you can think of.”
It just popped into her head, unbidden. “Rumpelstiltskin,” she said, and couldn’t suppress the giggle.
“You remember that, kitten. Now take your towel off, and bend over that chair.”
Dawn’s heart thudded in her chest as she hurried to obey him.
Spike admired his pixie from the bed as she hastened to do as he’d asked. She’d barely hesitated when she reached the chair before bending over. She fumbled a bit with her hands, finally deciding to rest them in the seat. He’d move them later.
The sled style wooden chair had come with the place, and was perfect for what he wanted. Her hips rested perfectly against the low back, and the runner between the legs gave the piece of furniture the stability it was going to need for what he had planned.
Spike rose from the bed, and picked up Dawn’s discarded towel. He tore it easily into four long rough strips, and bound her legs and arms to the chair.
He stepped back to admire her once again, this time deliberately inhaling her scent. Fear, excitement and arousal permeated the air. Her long legs were parted slightly, and she was bent almost completely in half forming an inverted V over the back of the chair.
Spike had been afraid it would come to this, but it happened much sooner than he had anticipated. Dawn was so damn trusting that he wanted to wallow in it. Wanted to make her, break her into a million pieces just to rebuild her in his image. It was so hard to reign in the demon now, to reign himself in, when she was so perfectly eager to become what he wanted this very minute.
Or thought she could become what he wanted, he amended. Unfortunately, Dawn was so very far from ready to be what he wanted, what he needed. So he had to teach his pretty girl the hard way that blindly trusting a demon wasn’t the wisest thing to do.
The first hit took her completely by surprise. The sound echoed in the room off the concrete walls as the sting reverberated into her flesh before quickly fading to a dull heat.
“Ow! Spike!” Dawn gasped in surprise. At first she’d felt kind of naughty and sexy as he’d tied her to the chair, wondering what he was going to do. She couldn’t really see him from her position, even when she craned her neck. Spanking her however was not what she’d expected.
“Shh, Kitten, trust me. You’ll like this,” Spike murmured, and his hand fell again.
At first it was fun, and it really didn’t hurt that badly, once she got past the initial sting. Dawn liked the feel of his hands on her; it reminded her of the ruler and felt herself getting wet. She wondered what he was going to do next.
Over time though as her flesh reddened and got more sensitive, it became tougher and tougher to take. The hot flare of arousal that she’d had at the beginning had dwindled, but Spike didn’t seem to be slowing down. She started counting in her head and was startled how quickly the numbers escalated.
When she’d reached one hundred and he still didn’t even pause, she began to get worried. “Spike, stop. It’s too much.” She tried to move and pull away from the constant barrage.
“You can take more, Kitten,” Spike assured her, rubbing his hand over her burning hot skin for a moment.
When the blows began again, Dawn squashed her quickly growing panic. The pain escalated quickly, and she found herself unable to keep her silence. She begged him once again to stop, this time he placed a cool kiss on one flaming cheek as he told her “Just a bit more.”
On and on this went, and she was trying so very hard to do what he asked, but tears were streaming down her face. God, it hurt so much, Spike was wrong, she couldn’t take anymore. Every stinging slap to her fiery backside was agony.
“Stop, please Spike. Stop!” she sobbed, “I can’t take anymore!”
“Only a little while longer,” Spike said again.
Dawn shook her head, “No! I can’t. You need to stop.”
“You can do this,” he encouraged her.
With dawning horror, Dawn realized he wasn’t going to stop. No matter how much she begged and pleaded Spike was going to keep on until he was finished. She began to thrash in her bindings.
“You’re going to hurt yourself, Kitten,” Spike said, placing a hand in the middle of her back to steady her. He didn’t even miss a stroke as he did it, just continued to spank her.
Dawn would have laughed bitterly at the irony of that statement, but she couldn’t even think as the pain consumed her. Finally, something clicked in her head. The words flew out of her mouth before the thought completely formed in her head.
“Rumpelstiltskin, oh god, please, Rumpelstiltskin.” Dawn shouted the word over and over, but it wasn’t necessary. Spike had stopped. She barely realized he was untying her, until he wrapped her shaking body in the comforter and bundled her up in his arms. Spike carried her back to the bed, and sat down against the headboard, cradling her to his chest, holding her in his arms as she cried.
“You okay?” Spike asked her when she’d finally stopped crying.
She looked up at him with her swollen eyes. “It hurts, Spike.” Her voice was rough and it hurt her throat a little to talk.
He pressed his lips to her forehead and murmured, “I know, it will pass in a few days.”
“Why?” she asked, bewildered.
“I’m not perfect, Dawn. I’ll take care of you the best I can, but I want to hurt you Kitten. Want to bruise you and hit you and make you bleed a bit. And when you’re ready you’ll want that too. But I have to know that it’s what you want. Humans are so damn fragile. Things I want you to do, to feel, drove Drusilla insane mor’n her visions ever did. I have to know you’re ready.”
Dawn looked away from him and didn’t speak, trying to make sense of everything. Her backside was on fire. It hurt just thinking about how much it hurt. She couldn’t believe he didn’t stop when she’d asked. That hurt worse than the burningachingthrobbingbruised pain in her ass.
The horrible thought that maybe he heard people begging him to stop all the time flickered through her head. Dawn quickly slammed the door on that line of thinking before she could examine it too closely. She triple locked it and pushed Nana’s heavy chest of drawers in front of it too, just to be sure.
“I’m proud of you for sussing out what you needed to do, Dawn.” Spike’s voice was low in her ear.
He’d made her use a safe word, and it hadn’t felt silly or stupid coming out of her mouth. And he’d stopped the instant she’d said it. Part of her didn’t think it was fair. He should have stopped when she’d said ‘Stop.’ Except the first time she’d said ‘Stop’ she had still been a little turned on, and the pain hadn’t been nearly as much as she could take. “Are you even sorry?” she asked, knowing she sounded a little petulant.
He didn’t answer, but slipped his hand inside the comforter so he could cup one of her breasts. His thumb teased her nipple until it pebbled and hardened under his touch.
His tongue traced her ear as he whispered. “I’m a very bad man, Kitten. Let me make it up to you?”
She froze in his lap. She didn’t know how she could… how they could…
He sensed the change in her and stilled his hand. “Won’t hurt you anymore tonight. Do you still trust me to take care of you?”
Dawn melted at this, her eyes misting over. “Of course I do.”
He was so gentle with her, treating her as if she were made of spun glass. He’d undressed quickly and arranged her so she was straddling his legs, careful not to touch her backside.
Lips and tongue teased her breasts, as gentle fingers slipped between her legs. Before long she was moaning, and the pain had shifted somewhere else in her mind, becoming less important now.
He guided her carefully down onto his hard cock, sliding one hand between them so he could stroke her clit with his thumb. She rocked against him gently, chasing her orgasm.
“Is this good?” she whispered breathlessly. They’d never done it like this before.
“So good, Kitten. Can you come for me?” But even as he asked, she was tipping over the edge.
He moved both hands to her hips and held her steady, thrusting harshly up into her several times before spilling his own release into her.
Afterwards, she lay on her stomach thinking in the dark for a long time. Spike had an arm slung around her waist. Her butt was still tender if she laid on it, but the scratchy weight of the covers no longer irritated her. She’d been through so much with Spike these last two days, it almost felt like a lifetime.
Normal she wasn’t. Everything they’d done this evening proved that. Normal would run screaming. Normal would say she’d been abused. Normal would say she was sick for having sex with him afterwards and enjoying it. But Normal …didn’t love a demon.
When she was finally certain that he was asleep, she whispered, “I love you, Spike,” before her eyes slipped shut and she drifted off to sleep herself.
Over her shoulder, Spike grinned in the dark.
Interlude ~ Reflections
Xander found Buffy sitting on the bed, picking absently at the comforter. He wasn’t surprised; he found her in Dawn’s room more often than not lately, usually sitting on the bed, or wandering around the room absently picking up keepsakes and putting them down again.
“We have to stop meeting like this.” He tried to keep his tone light.
Buffy looked up, her eyes red rimmed from crying. She attempted a weak smile. “I know.”
Xander sat down on the bed next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. “It’s not your fault, Buffy. You have to stop doing this to yourself.”
Buffy curled herself to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I can’t help it, Xander. This is all my fault.”
Xander shook his head. “No, it’s not, she’s – ”
“Xander, wait.” Buffy interrupted. She pulled away, and looked at him, her gaze unwavering. “It is my fault. I was all depressed and concerned over what was going on with me, I didn’t even see her. I kept pushing and pushing and pushing and she finally went away.
“I kept telling myself ‘tomorrow, I’ll be a better Buffy.’ But it was like she was this giganto weight crushing me, you know? Dawn would look at me like I was supposed to be this hero after mom died, and I just wanted her to go away and leave me alone. I’m supposed to be the slayer, every night I go out to protect the world from vampires. I couldn’t even protect my own sister.”
“Buff, she wasn’t alone. She had all of us to fall back on, too. She never said, ‘I need help.’”
“Didn’t she? With the hair, and that stupid eyebrow thing: all I did was yell.” Buffy laughed bitterly. “You know, I never even asked how she could have had that done? You’re supposed to be eighteen to be pierced, and I didn’t even ask. I just got angry, because she was deliberately trying to make me mad.
“So many nights she wasn’t here, and I assumed that she was with Janice, but I didn’t check. I never checked. I was grateful that I wouldn’t have to get up in the morning and make sure she went to school.”
Xander nodded. “Okay, so you were a crappy role model and a bad parent. But some of this is on her too.”
Xander held up his hand. “No, hear me out.
“I grew up with crap like this my whole life. You think it was field day with my folks? Never having them once ask why my clothes were torn, or covered in blood? Or coming home and not knowing if my dad was going to be drinking and pissed that he lost his job. Again.
“But you know what? I didn’t go running off to be with a killer. I’ve let you go on and on for days now about how this is totally your fault, and I’m sick of it. She had options, Dawn made choices too.”
“What if he turns her? I can’t -” stake my sister. Buffy couldn’t even choke the words out.
“Don’t even say that. You won’t have to. We’ll find her before then, Buffy.” Xander sincerely hoped that was true. If it wasn’t, he silently vowed to stake Dawn himself.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because we have to,” Xander replied simply. “Now come on. Willow’s downstairs, maybe she’ll have some news.”
Buffy nodded, visibly pulling herself together. She headed toward the door, but paused and turned after a few steps, sincerity shining in her hazel eyes. “Xander, thanks. I couldn’t do this without you.”
Before he could respond, Buffy leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. She smiled sweetly as she pulled away and then headed downstairs.
Xander touched his lips absently, and smiled. He followed Buffy out of the room, making sure to flip off the light switch and shut the door.
A/N: I see Buffy's flaw in this verse (and canon) as being hyper-focused on both her slaying and herself (*her* feelings). So much so, that she couldn't see that her sister was imploding right in front of her. This should not (hopefully) come across as a slam on Buffy or a pity party either, just a person realizing that they made huge mistakes that they are paying for.
Dawn was sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around drawn up knees, blankly watching TV when Spike returned to the motel. They’d had to switch locations because Spike had only been moderately careful renting the first place. With an irate slayer breathing down the witch’s neck, he didn’t think it would take Red much longer to find their last place.
This nameless motel wasn’t much further down the road from the last place, but it was better to be safe. Tomorrow night, they were heading to L.A. Spike had a few things to do in the city to finalize arrangements for a more permanent place to set up shop. Not in L.A. of course – wouldn’t do to have Angel and his overactive savior complex anywhere near them. He thought his girl would like their final destination though.
Spike had had to leave Dawn alone while he’d run an errand that would take a couple of hours. She seemed fine with that, and said she’d just sit back and watch TV. He hadn’t expected to return to this silence with her curled up on the bed staring blankly at the t.v.
He frowned. “You okay, bit?”
Dawn nodded distractedly.
Things were obviously not all right, but Spike didn’t have time to deal with that now. “Gonna take a quick shower, then we’ll go out. Put something pretty on.”
Spike didn’t wait for an answer, just headed to the small bathroom, making certain to keep his blue-streaked hands in the pockets of his duster. Once he closed the door, he stripped off his clothes and tossed them in a heap to be thrown out. Under the black fabric, his skin was littered with bits of crimson from tonight’s… activities. Some of it was his, most wasn’t.
A quick, hot shower sluiced off any traces of his excursion.
He’d been lucky to find a long-haired girl so close to Dawn’s height. She said her name was Crabapple, or Cranberry or something stupid like that. Little girl pretending to be jaded and cool.
Spike shoved her through the door of the room he and Dawn had recently abandoned. The little slip of a girl fought like a hellcat, clawing and scratching, when she’d realized what Spike was going to do to her. He’d gotten what he’d wanted in the end, though, and left a pretty gift for the slayer and her crew. The blue paint had really been an inspiration. Angelus would have been proud.
“Buffy, you have to calm down.” Xander said for the thirtieth time that hour.
Buffy was pacing her living room floor. “He’s a killer and he’s got her.”
Willow was at the dining room table, typing frantically on her laptop. Xander was standing next to her, watching Buffy wear a hole in the carpet. He almost wished it was dark out so she could patrol and kill something. She was like a caged animal now.
Xander tried once again to calm her down. “I know. We know. We’re working on it.”
Buffy paced back around and stalked toward Willow. “Willow, can’t you try the locator spell again?”
Willow shook her head. “I’m sorry, Buffy, he’s blocking her somehow with magic. Every time I try, my map goes poof. I almost burned a hole in the carpet the last time.”
Xander slid his arms around Buffy before she could begin pacing again, drawing her close to him. She stayed rigid in his arms for a moment before sinking into his embrace.
He kissed her hair. “It’s going to be okay, we’ll find her.”
Buffy whispered into his chest, “But what if it’s too late?” That was her biggest fear, she hated giving it a voice, but it was eating her alive.
Xander shook his head. “It won’t be.” He was pleased that he managed to sound much more confident than he felt.
Willow looked up from the computer. “Guys, I’ve got something.”
Spike quickly dried off and wrapped one of the thin white towels around his waist.
Dawn was still in the same position, wearing her jeans and one of his t-shirt. She hadn’t changed like he’d told her, and she wouldn’t look at him.
Before he could ask what was wrong, she spoke. Her voice was flat, nearly emotionless, as she looked across the room, not really focusing on anything.
“I was going to get dressed after you left, so I started going through the bags.”
“Yeah?” Spike asked warily.
“They’re from Luminescence, Spike. In Sunnydale.” Her voice hardened, growing accusatory. “That night you called me – the night with the ruler – Buffy and Willow were looking into a vamp attack there. The shopkeeper was killed.”
Bugger. He’d hoped she wouldn’t make the connection. Stupid, his girl was not, though. Spike kept his voice soft. “I know.”
She choked out an angry, “Why?”
Spike debated about how honest he should be. He shrugged. “Needed to see you, talk to you. Buffy and Willow didn’t seem inclined to leave you alone. I gave ‘em a reason.”
“And the clothes? How could you think I could wear them?”
Spike shrugged again. “I didn’t think you’d notice: ’s what I hoped anyway. And I wanted you with me and knew you wouldn’t have much if you left home. Thought you’d like something nice.”
She shook her head sadly. “God, Spike, that’s so wrong.”
“I see that now. Won’t make the same mistake again.” Spike grabbed his smokes off the TV and lit one up. He blew out a plume of smoke before he spoke, again. “‘M not used to living by human rules, kitten. Or any rules, actually.”
Dawn sat back against the headboard, looking slightly ill. He’d made a complete bollocks of things and needed to fix them.
Spike smoked silently for a few moments, before stubbing out his cigarette in one of the ashtrays. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Dawn. “I can’t change what’s happened, Dawn. I’m sorry what I did hurt you.”
“Are you?” she asked skeptically.
He nodded, sincerely. “Yeah, I am. I promised to take care of you and first night I’m away, you’re miserable. We’ll toss out that stuff and get you new. ”
She looked at him hopefully. “Could we maybe donate them?”
Spike almost rolled his eyes at this, but it was a small price to pay to keep her happy. “Sure, Kitten, whatever you want. Soon as we get to L.A. we’ll drop them in one of those bins they set out.”
The sparkle was back in her eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. But if you tell anyone, I have to kill them.”
She smiled and nodded. “Deal!”
Dawn shifted gingerly on the bed, her bottom was still tender. “Maybe this time, we can grab some underwear. You didn’t get any the last time.”
Spike turned to face her on the bed, a wicked grin on his face. Dawn’s heart began thudding in her chest; she knew that look.
He put his hands on her knees. “Open up, Kitten.”
She inhaled sharply, and let him push her knees apart.
Spike leaned forward, between her knees and used his finger to trace the swell of one un-bound breast before he reached out and cupped it through the cotton. He rubbed his thumb over the rapidly puckering nipple. “Didn’t want you to have underwear, Kitten,” he said huskily. “Love knowing you’re bare under there.”
Dawn blushed furiously. “Oh.”
Spike leaned forward, suckling on the now taut nipple through the fabric, pulling back when the material was soaked. “’Course, I wouldn’t object to you getting something frothy to wear to bed. Pretty bit of silk or lace, maybe?”
“O-okay,” Dawn agreed. She hesitantly reached down and tugged at his towel.
“That’s my girl, taking the initiative,” Spike said proudly as he tossed the towel onto the floor. “Your turn.”
She stripped off the t-shirt and wriggled out of her jeans, tossing both onto the floor in her haste. She settled herself back in the same position, resting against the headboard, her knees lifted and spread to accommodate him.
Spike knelt between her legs resting back on his heels, just looking at her for a moment. She nervously clutched at the comforter but didn’t move or squirm. Spike smiled, and said softly, “Give me your hand, Kitten.”
Dawn cautiously unclenched her hand and held it out to him. Spike took it and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it lightly. Then he guided it between her legs. “Touch yourself. I want to watch.”
Her heart caught in her throat. Tentatively she slid her fingers through her wet curls, brushing lightly across her hardening clit. Dawn tried not to look at Spike while she was doing something so intimate, but he tilted her chin up so she was facing him again. She flushed but didn’t look away again.
“That’s it; you look so good like that, Kitten.”
He reached down and grasped his hard cock, giving it a few rough tugs. His grin widened as her eyes flicked down between his legs and then back up to his face. “See how hard I am for you?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded.
Her fingers sped up, slickly stroking over her now swollen clit.
The scent of her deepening arousal surrounded him. Pre-come welled up and spilled over the head of his cock, allowing his hand to slipslide even faster over his hard flesh. “Don’t stop,” he said thickly.
She flushed once again but began rocking her hips counterpoint to her stroking. It wasn’t long before she was panting as well. “Spike, I’m so close. Can I…?”
He nodded before she even finished her question, pleased that she remembered to ask. “Come for me, sweet.”
Dawn’s eyes slipped shut and she shuddered and moaned as she came. A few more strokes and Spike grunted and shot as well, unspooling ribbons of his cool spend across her flushed skin.
She painted a lovely picture, panting with her eyes heavy lidded and unfocused, marked with his seed. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.
They’d cleaned up with his towel, and hadn’t bothered getting dressed. Instead, deciding to spend the rest of the night under the covers watching gory horror films. They both enjoyed making fun of the stupid bints and blokes getting themselves killed.
Dawn finally fell asleep on his shoulder around daybreak, murmuring a sleepy, “Night, Spike. Love you.”
Spike didn’t even think she realized she said it. He stroked her hair for a bit after she’d fallen asleep, basking in her warmth. Finally, he turned off the TV and closed his eyes, seeking sleep himself.
Slayer better heed his warning and not interfere. No chance he was letting Dawn go now.
As soon as the sun set, Dawn and Spike left the motel heading toward LA. They’d stopped only once, just outside the city in one of the ritzier suburbs. Breaking into a huge clothing store, they’d both stocked up. Dawn was terrified that they were going to get caught, but Spike’s casual ease was contagious, and soon she was grabbing any item that caught her fancy.
Afterwards, they’d checked into another motel to shower and change. She’d felt a little flutter of nervous excitement when Spike handed her an outfit, and asked her to wear it.
He’d had to run an errand before they could do anything else, vaguely saying he had to meet a guy about some business. Dawn had expected vamps in a warehouse, but he’d brought her to a law office. She’d stayed quiet as he’d picked up a thick manila envelope full of papers and some other stuff from a guy who looked too young and cute to be a lawyer. He had a soft, barely there southern accent and these intense blue eyes, not as striking as Spike’s, but close. She figured this was probably the place he’d gotten the chip out. She tuned out their conversation, it seemed kind of boring. She ended up watching some weird guy deliver the mail wearing a mask. He was kind of creepy and Dawn wasn’t sure if he was a demon or human since the place seemed to be crawling with both.
Once the two of them had finished talking about whatever, she and Spike had left, ending up here. Spike hadn’t told her where they were going, just parked his car around back and dragged her to the entrance with the ambiguous name Everything Else scrawled across the door. She’d blushed when she realized it was a porn shop and almost refused to enter. There was even a huge sign stating that people under eighteen would be arrested on sight. Spike laughed at her nervousness and tugged her inside, telling her to look around while he did some shopping. She’d wandered around until she’d found the DVD section, it was the one section in the place that made her the least uncomfortable. She refused to think about what Spike was shopping for, although she wasn’t entirely sure that he hadn’t just brought her in here to make her giddy and flustered.
She couldn’t believe some of the titles. Basketball Studs and their Big Bouncy Balls, Jur Ass in the Park, There Was An English Lass Who Loved Cock Up Her Ass, Oops I Got Gangbanged Again, Orgy In The Trees.
She was a little embarrassed that she was dressed like some of the girls on the covers. Spike had chosen a schoolgirl outfit for her to wear: short green plaid skirt, a white button down top and tall white knee socks. Everything but underwear. She blushed at this thought, feeling like people were staring, like they knew she wasn’t wearing panties. The shirt was thick enough that you couldn’t see through it, and she hoped it wasn’t totally obvious she didn’t have a bra on.
She focused back on the movies, examining the covers again. She realized she must have drifted into the gay section, because they all had one or more nearly naked guys cavorting on the front. Not that she had a problem with two guys together or anything, in fact, her eyes lingered on one cover that had the image of a brown haired guy on his knees in front of a blonde guy. It reminded her a little of Spike, and Xander. The thought made her heart pound and her ears hot with embarrassment, but she was also unbelievably wet. She reached out to pick the film up, curious and intending to read the back.
“Can I help you find anything?”
Dawn’s hand flew back and she turned to look at the man who’d spoken to her. His name tag read ‘Chad.’ “No! I- I mean I’m just looking.”
Chad nodded absently, but he continued to study Dawn carefully. It made her uncomfortable. She was too young to be in here, and she was starting to get panicked that he was going to try to kick her out or something.
“I’m gonna find my…boyfriend.” The word sounded strange to her, but she didn’t know what else to call Spike. She stepped away from the guy and made a show of craning her neck to look for Spike.
Chad grabbed her arm, stopping her.
She turned back to him and tugged, trying to pull away from him. “What the - ? Let me go!”
She was going call out to Spike, when Chad spoke again in a low voice, “You should know something about your…boyfriend.” He pointed to the convex security mirror nearest to Spike. Dawn followed his movement, and realized with a start that Spike’s reflection was very obviously absent. It wasn’t like she didn’t know it would be, but she just never thought about it. It was strange, like an optical illusion.
Chad pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “We can help you.”
Dawn realized she could see the reflection of the cashier in the mirror as well, he was notching a bolt into a small, handheld crossbow. She tried again to pull her arm away, hissing, “I don’t need your help. I know what Spike is.”
“You sure?” Chad was incredulous and continued holding her arm tightly. “They’re not like they are in the movies: romantic and tortured. They kill people.”
Dawn’s tone was venomous. “If you know so much about them, then you know he can hear every word you’re saying. If you don’t take your hands off of me, you’re gonna regret it.”
Chad looked stung and released her arm. “Fine, it’s your life.”
Dawn watched in the mirror as the cashier lowered his crossbow. “Yeah, it is,” she spat.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Chad sounded pissed.
Dawn rolled her eyes as she walked over to Spike. “Whatever.”
Spike didn’t even turn around to look at her as she joined him, but he slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
“Boyfriend, huh?” Spike asked, with a small chuckle.
“I told him you were listening,” Dawn replied, smugly.
“You did well, pet.” Spike turned his head toward the front. Both men were now at the cash register, talking quietly. “I think he needs to learn a lesson, though. How ‘bout you?”
For a moment, Dawn almost spitefully said yes, wanting to punish the guy for scaring her so badly, but she shook her head. “Nah, it’s okay.”
“You sure?” Spike sounded disappointed.
Dawn nodded. “He’s a loser anyway, not worth the time.”
“Have to agree with you there, pet.” Spike glared at the two men for a moment longer before he turned back to her. His lips turned up in a wicked grin as he glanced at the shelves in front of them. “See anything you like?”
Dawn looked at the display and blushed. Boxes of vibrators and other things were on the shelves in front of them. Everything was garish: brightly colored with pictures of busty, nearly-naked women with fake orgasmic looks on their faces. “What? No!”
Spikes grin widened. “Guess you’ll just have to pick out your treat from the back room then.”
He didn’t wait for her reply to this, just led her through a small door covered with a black curtain. Dawn barely suppressed a gasp at the items they had on display in the room: whips, paddles, chains, handcuffs and other paraphernalia she didn’t even have names for. Bondage stuff her mind screamed.
Her back was to Spike, so she missed his smirk at her reaction. He led her to the back wall and stood behind her. There weren’t any shelves here; everything was arranged neatly on pegs in the wall, as if this were a kinky hardware store. Spike put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down. “Wanna get you a toy, kitten, something you’d like.” His voice was husky.
“I – Oh.” Dawn could barely look directly at the items displayed in front of her. Her eyes darted quickly across the display. “Um,” she said nervously.
Spike dropped his hands to her waist, and pulled her close to him. “Which one makes you the most afraid and excited to look at? Something that makes your heart pound and your skin feel too tight.” One hand slid down her stomach and stopped just below her belly button, pressing gently. “Which one makes you tingle here?”
Dawn swallowed thickly, her throat was so dry. “Spike, I don’t think I can tell you that.”
“Don’t need to say it; I want you to bring it here.”
Dawn’s heart seized in her chest. She couldn’t… “Spike, I – ”
“You need it to be an order?” His tone was cool and firm. It made her heart plunge and her stomach tighten and squirm.
She shook her head.
He kissed her hair. “Take your time, kitten.”
Dawn made an effort to concentrate, even though her skin practically itched because she was so nervous. She tried to look at the objects on display, but her eyes still skidded away after only a fraction of a second. Everything made her feel dirty, naughty, and scared.
After what seemed to be the millionth time that she scanned the rack, she realized that her eyes kept returning to the same place before flitting away. The thought of looking over there again made her heart pound, her nipples tighten and her belly tingle just below Spike’s hand.
Spike sensed she’d made a choice, and stepped back. “Show me, kitten. Go get it,” he said firmly.
Dawn flushed at being caught, but she took a tentative step forward: then another, and another. Somehow, she found the courage to take the item off its peg. It was another moment before she could turn around to face Spike. She barely managed to resist the insane desire to hide the thing behind her back. She couldn’t look directly at him as she returned and handed it to him.
Spike watched as she struggled to do what he’d asked. He could smell the fear, excitement and arousal wafting from her, but even without his heightened senses she was easy to read. Her skin was a little pale, but her cheeks were rosy and her pupils were dilated. She held her shoulders stiffly, but her nipples were hard, and easy to see through the white cotton of her shirt. He knew if he slid his hand up her skirt, between her legs, she’d be soaked.
He was surprised to see the item she’d chosen, but proud that she’d resisted the impulse to run and hide. She handed it to him with her hands shaking slightly, and she couldn’t look at him.
“Such a nice choice, pet.” He took the handle in one hand, and ran his other down the smooth shaft of the riding crop. He flicked his wrist suddenly, making it whistle through the air, and slapping it against his open palm. She gasped, and looked up at him, her eyes huge. She was trembling and almost breathless with excitement.
Spike stepped closer to her, holding her gaze, as he lowered the crop in his hand and ran the leather tab along the inside of her bare leg. He started just above the top of her knee-sock, and continued up her thigh, lifting her skirt up slightly. He could tell she wanted to pull away, but she forced herself to stand still.
He gently stroked her inner thigh with the leather, “Want you to do something for me, kitten,” he said in a low voice.
“W-what?” she asked, breathlessly.
He grinned and leaned forward, whispering in her ear for a few moments.
When he pulled back, her face was flaming, even the tips of her ears were bright red.
“Now?” she asked, her voice almost cracking.
He nodded, sliding the end of the crop out from under her skirt.
Spike turned to watch her as she apprehensively headed out of the room. She hesitated just inside the door and turned back to him. “You’re coming s-soon, right?” Her voice shook nervously.
He knew it was her fear and apprehension that drove her to ask this, not disrespect. It was a difficult thing he’d asked her to do, and he’d give her some leeway this early in her training. Spike walked over to her, and stroked her face gently, before placing a kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, he asked, “You remember your safe word, right, kitten?”
“I - yes.” She nodded and her fear dropped a notch.
Spike nodded; pleased she had calmed down a bit. He wanted her frightened, but not terrified. “Gonna pick out a few more toys, then I’ll be there. Don’t talk to either of those two tossers on your way out.”
She shook her head. “I won’t.”
Spike waited until he was certain she’d left the shop before he returned to the main part of the store. Much to his dismay, the git who’d manhandled Dawn was nowhere to be seen. It was probably for the best though, Spike was eager to get back to Dawn, and he didn’t need the distraction.
He quickly finished his shopping and set his purchases down on the counter handing the cashier a credit card.
The guy looked at the card, and then back to Spike. “This gonna come back as stolen?”
Spike raised his eyebrows. “What do you think?”
“I’m guessing if so, the owner’s not gonna be the one reporting it.” The cashier slid the card through the reader before handing it back to Spike.
Spike smiled at this, and then said coolly, “Your friend needs to learn some manners.”
The cashier held his gaze. “We just try to save the ones who don’t know, man. The rest are on their own.”
“He’s lucky my girl’s forgiving. I’m not.”
The cashier nodded as he put Spike's things into a bag. “That’s why he’s gone, man. I keep telling him not to touch, but,” he shrugged. “What are you gonna do? Sometimes he thinks he can save them all.”
Spike signed the receipt with a vague scrawl, and handed it back to the cashier, taking his bag.
Spike sauntered back to the car, his cock throbbing with every step. Even though Dawn was in the shadows, he could easily pick her out in the back of the car using his night vision. He paused for a moment a few feet from the car, admiring her. She was coming along so nicely, taking his instructions like a natural. He loved watching her struggle and give in, submitting to him and bending to his will. She was a jewel, and he was making her shine.
He jerked open the back door, unable to wait any longer. She inhaled sharply, but didn’t turn around or speak, just like he’d told her. He tossed his bag into the front seat as he crawled in behind her and shut the door.
She was such a lovely picture on all fours in the back seat, her pretty ass in the air framed nicely by her skirt. It was rucked up around her waist and her shirt was unbuttoned, just as he’d wanted.
Spike took in every inch of the bare skin displayed for him. He could just barely make out a few lingering bruises. Then he was unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his thighs and sliding into her hot, wet pussy in one hard thrust. She grunted at the intrusion, but pressed back against him. As he savored her tight heat, throbbing around his cock, he tugged at her shirt. She moved with him so that it slid off her shoulders.
He tossed the garment aside and ran a finger down her spine. She shivered.
“You look so hot, kitten, and feel so good.”
She moaned as Spike gripped her hips and started pounding into her as hard as he could.
“You were made for this, kitten. Made to take me in, to bend, to break for me, weren’t you?”
She nodded frantically and tried to push back against him. He held her still and continued to slam forcefully into her. Her moans increased and her hands were screwed up into tight fists.
Too soon, he felt his balls draw up. Quickly, he wrapped one arm around her hips as he leaned back on his heels. She cried out as she slid back hard on his cock, taking him in even deeper. “That’s it!” he grunted, and rocked his hips up once, hard, making her cry out again.
Spike held her close and slipped his fingers between her legs, stroking her swollen bundle of nerves. His other hand cupped one of her breasts and he pinched the nipple harshly as he whispered in her ear, “Come for me, pet. Want to feel you clamp down tight around my cock as I come. I wanna hear you scream!”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Dawn was keening and thrashing between his cock and fingers. Her pussy was a slick, tight sheath. As the still virgin-tight muscles rippled around his shaft, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He held her in place as he shot deep inside her with a grunt.
Even after he’d spent, Spike stayed inside her and held her close, murmuring against her neck, “So brilliant pet.”
“I did good?” Dawn asked shyly, still a little out of breath.
“Everything I asked, kitten.”
“I thought you were going to hit me with the thing I picked out,” Dawn admitted quietly.
He grinned against the nape of her neck. “You’re not quite ready for that, yet. Was enough for you to get it and bring it to me. That made you hot and wet, though, didn’t it?”
She nodded slightly, and whispered, “Yes.”
“We’ll get you cleaned up. I’ve got lots of plans for you once we get back to the room.”
He heard her heart rate begin to speed up. “We’re not done?”
“Not by a long shot, pet.” He rocked his hips forward gently, his cock was already hardening. “We’ll play today, and head out tomorrow night. Finally got everything set to go.”
“Spike,” she asked, tentatively looking over her shoulder at him, “Where are we going?”
“Vegas, pet. You’re gonna love it.”
Xander stood nervously looking around. Willow had managed to track Spike to this place, an old converted motel, less then an hour away from Sunnydale. “So, now that we’re here, do we just knock?”
“We could do that,” Buffy replied. “Or…” She kicked open the door and entered the room.
“That works too,” Xander said as he and Willow entered. They nearly ran into Buffy, who was standing stock-still just inside the door.
Xander followed her gaze, and was almost sick. “Oh God! That’s not…”
“It’s not her,” Buffy said through gritted teeth. She plucked the note stuck to the wall with a thick railroad spike. “Subtle he is not.”
Bloody fingerprints dotted the note.
He’d obviously known they were getting close. The girl he’d left as a warning hadn’t been dead very long. It sickened her.
Whoever she was, she’d been young and didn’t deserve the fate she’d gotten. Left nude and tied to the bed with her long hair fanned out. Bright splashes of blue paint streaked her hair, and spattered the pillows.
Buffy almost threw up when she’d seen the blood between the girl’s legs and on the sheets beneath her.
“We’ve got to find her, Will. I don’t care how.”
Willow nodded. “Okay, Buffy. Spike’s got some kind of protection spell on her, I can’t use magic to locate her, but there’s still the old fashioned way. Let’s head back and I’ll start again.”
“No. We can’t leave yet.” Buffy was adamant.
“Buffy, there’s nothing here,” Xander said softly, wrapping one arm around her shoulder, trying to lead her out. “We’ll make an anonymous phone call and…”
Buffy shook her head, and pulled away from Xander. “We can’t go. I’ve still gotta do my job.”
Willow cautiously looked at the corpse, her eyes skirting most of it, focusing only around the neck. She finally spotted the twin holes; partially hidden by the shadows and hard to spot among the paint droplets.
“He’s dead,” Buffy whispered to herself, clutching her stake tighter.
“We’ll find him, Buffy, I swear we’ll find him.” Willow assured her.
“Soon, it has to be soon.”
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